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    Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand
    Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can
    Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say
    Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ
    My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill
    Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if u will
    I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host
    aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke
    Keep that B rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own
    you know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone
    But theres always 1 in the crowd rappin loud
    all in the niggaz mouth for all them bitches and cowards
    With the East coast flow West coast body language
    Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit
    Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin
    Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n

    Had to get away needed some time to chill
    so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel
    Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while
    takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles
    I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it
    Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it
    And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don't give 'em dick like I do
    I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in
    with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin
    And there's always one in the crowd
    Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin
    Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield
    I'm a bitch I'm a hoe
    Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door
    Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin
    who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n

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    I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county
    he said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me
    He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty
    Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?"
    It's a house down the street about two doors down
    they sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds
    Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool
    Let's fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool
    We can all come up what ever we get we split
    aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen shit
    So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac
    He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack
    Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is
    that nigga work for HBD been sellin weed round here for years
    So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin
    Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n

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    Composición: Devin Copeland y Mike Poye

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